surreal poetry

Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.

Ak Joldor, The White Roads. Runner-Up in Don’t Turn Around Challenge.
There are places in the mountains the old men name only in whispers. It's where time loosens its grip like a hand releasing a stone
By Lana V Lynx3 months ago in Poets
Skin Slayer
Beware the deepest swamps, my friend. To venture there could mean your end. A dangerous beast may dwell therein. He'll take your life and wear your skin.
By Julie Lacksonen3 months ago in Poets
Cells Interlinked
I have felt the body break open before the mind could speak, a quiet rupture beneath the ribs, where heat climbs the nerves
By venusianjade3 months ago in Poets
My Mama was A Monster
What’s the matter she asked him, as she turned down his sheets Mommy, please check under the bed for monsters for me? Baby, don’t worry there’s nothing there underneath
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
Kitchen Psychology
Sitting alone at the kitchen table, All my past battles rage within my mind. Not all of them coexist peacefully, Yet they all live within me.
By Sun Bee3 months ago in Poets
To the Ghost Who Haunts My Heart
You've been there In my darkest moments Forever Or at least It seems that way to me But your presence Is almost like An absence
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist3 months ago in Poets
Stuck In My teeth
It sat on my tongue the fear in my mouth Carelessly strung from true north to south My entire being was fraught in despair
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
What You Don't See
As close as a shadow that you'll never see A whisper of a prayer on a rosary bead A breath escaped in a sigh while caught in deja vu
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
Going Batty
A stone belfry looms in the distance Hairs on the back of my neck Prickle at its resonant insistence I must mount the sacred stairs
By K.B. Silver 3 months ago in Poets
A Dance With Mother Nature
We stand under the branches swept away on the breeze Creating new stanzas about the strength of the trees Contemplating the future
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
The shadow behind me
As I walk down the street in the middle of the night looking at my feet I see something that gave me a fright. I looked behind me
By Danielle Mosley3 months ago in Poets
Stockholm Syndrome. Content Warning.
Note- Stockholm Syndrome is where a captive forms a bond or falls in love with their captor. People don't think it is real, but it is actually rare. I myself have not had it but some other people have had it that I have heard of. I'll keep names private. It is a matter of coping and survival.
By Danielle Mosley3 months ago in Poets